Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 23:31:54 +0000
From: Ann Douglas
Subject: "Mirror Of My Mind" FF - (1/1)
Mirror Of My Mind
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Through the mirror of my mind
Time after time
I see reflections of you and me
Reflections - 1967
Susan Wu let out a loud sigh of relief as she collapsed into
the cushioned recliner in her small studio apartment. It had been a
really bad day for the twenty-five year old, capping off an even
worse week.
A major project upgrade, one that she had been sure was
going to make her name in the company, had unexpectedly gone to
another associate. This despite the fact that she had already
done all of the preliminary work. When she had discovered the
reason for the change, it had taken all of her self-control not to
quit on the spot.
It wasn't that John Mahoney was more talented; the senior
partner had told her at the late afternoon meeting in his office
two days ago when he broke the news. It was just that the client
felt more comfortable with having John work on the assignment.
What Ronaldo Lupo didn't say, was that the client, who
Susan knew accounted for a good half million a year in revenue for
the firm, was also a Neanderthal who still thought it was a man's
world. Politically incorrect as catering to his prejudices might've
been, Lupo and the other senior partners weren't about to take
the risk of having J. Morgan Pierce take his business elsewhere.
Of course the fifty-nine year old partner had tried to sugar
coat the lost opportunity by saying that there would be other
chances for a talented young engineer like herself. A statement
that Susan knew was a load of crap.
After spending the last few years proving that she was
something more than great legs and a nice set of boobs, as she had
heard someone refer to her during her first week on the job. She
wasn't naive enough to think that another assignment like this
wasn't pretty remote. Not with the number of eager associates
who had come on board after her, nipping at her heals.
One of the other female associates, who actually was little
more than a nice body and a face that looked good on the company
roster, had immediately suggested to Susan that she might be able
to take legal action over the decision. It was an option that had
already been considered by her and discarded.
The dark haired woman had no doubt that the senior
partners had a long list of sound business reasons to back up the
change in associates. Ones that would make it clear that it wasn't
a case of gender bias, or murky enough that it would give them the
benefit of a doubt.
Challenging that decision in the courts, with little chance of
winning, would be enough to trash the rest of her career. No one
would ever hire her after that she was sure.
Then today, after having her professional life shattered, her
personal life followed down the same road. Of course she never
imagined that was going to be the case when Rob Fortuna, her
boyfriend of two years, had called her and surprisingly invited her
to lunch. Normally, they were both too busy for such thing.
Figuring that no one was going to miss her since she was without
any work on her desk at the moment, she told him she'd meet him
at twelve-thirty.
They hadn't even gotten past their drinks when Rob dropped
his bombshell. It seemed that the twenty-nine year old had just
had his career counseling session with one of the senior lawyers in
his firm. A meeting that he'd left with the news that they wanted
to make him the newest junior partner.
At first, Susan had been overjoyed, thinking that at least
one of their careers was going right. Also factored into her
elation was that they'd often talked about getting married if he'd
ever made partner. For a few minutes, she'd even found herself
wondering if it was possible that he'd asked her to lunch to
propose.
Then, all her illusions had been shattered when Rob dropped
the almost inevitable 'small reservation' that his reviewer and the
other partners had.
Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne was one of the oldest law
firms in the city, if not the state. It was also one of the most
conservative. As such, they felt that they had to maintain a
certain image, one that they expected every partner, even the
most junior ones, to project as well.
At the meeting, Rob was reminded of the unfortunate
incident that had occurred at the previous year's Christmas party.
Susan had gotten into a disagreement with a senior partner's wife
over the older woman's charity work. Disagreement was a polite
word to use, seeing as Susan had called the woman a fat cow that
cared less about helping people that seeing her name in the society
column.
When the expensively dressed woman had retorted that she
expected that kind of comment from someone of her limited
background, a thinly disguised reference to her ethnicity, Susan
had shown her own displeasure by dumping a bucket of melted ice
over her head. Then, much to the chagrin of the other guests,
Susan had refused to leave in disgrace and instead sat down to
dinner as if nothing happened.
"Screw them," Susan had said when Rob finished his story.
"I'll bet there are a dozen firms just as good that would be glad to
have you work for them."
"But they wouldn't be Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne," Rob
retorted, the tone of his voice saying much more than his words as
he hoped she would draw the obvious inference.
A conclusion that hit Susan like a brick wall. In a choice
between making partner or staying with her, she came in a distant
second. Miller, Calvin, Reeve and Wayne expected their partner's
wives not to be too unconventional or free spirited.
His message had come across loud and clear. She'd been
good enough to share his bed, but not his life.
"Well screw them all," Susan thought as she got up from
the chair and walking over to the small liquor cabinet, poured
herself a drink.
-=-=-=-
A half hour and a few drinks later, Susan was beginning to
feel a little sleepy. She was debating calling it an early night when
the phone rang, waking her from her twilight state.
"Hello?" she said, shaking away the drowsiness.
"Miss Wu please," the voice on the other end said.
"Speaking."
"Miss Wu, this is Mr. Fong," the man said, "I hope I'm not
calling you too late."
"No, not at all," Susan said as she glanced at the clock and
tried to place the name.
"I'm not sure if you remember me," he offered, "we met at
the lawyer's office after the reading of your grandmother's will
last month."
"Oh yes, now I remember," she said, picturing the elderly
white haired gentlemen who had approached her after the reading
to offer his condolences. "What can I do for you?"
"If you remember," he began, "I own a gallery that
specializes in Chinese antiquities."
Susan said she remembered and wondered what he wanted
from her.
"I could not help but notice that your grandmother, blessed
woman that she was, left you a rather old mirror as part of your
inheritance." he explained. "At the time, I felt it was somewhat
inappropriate to approach you about it. Now that some time has
passed, I hope you won't think it too forward of me to inquire if
you might be interested in selling that particular piece?
Susan couldn't help but be impressed by the old gentleman's
style. She'd had friends who'd also inherited family heirlooms and
been put upon by collectors before their relatives had even been
buried, hoping to take advantage of their grief to get a bargain
before they knew the true value of their inheritance.
The mirror in question had been one of two artifacts
Grandmother Wu had left her, along with a small cash bequest. It
was a stand-alone mirror that stood almost as tall as Susan's five
foot one height. She wasn't really sure how old it was, but it had
been the only thing her grandmother had saved when the family
had fled China following the revolution back in 1949.
"Mr. Fong, I'm really not sure that I want to sell..." she
started to say, only to be interrupted.
"Yes, I understand," Mr. Fong said, "but still I would like
the opportunity to stop by and talk to you about it, perhaps
tomorrow morning if possible."
Saturday mornings, Susan normally liked to sleep in. Of
course, she was usually sleeping in with Rob on the other side of
her bed. Still, she really didn't think she was in the mood to listen
to Mr. Fong's sales pitch right now. She was about to tell him just
that, but quickly changed her mind when the dealer mentioned the
dollar figure that he would suggest as a starting point for their
negotiations.
Susan had him repeat the amount one more time, to be sure
that she had heard it correctly. The amount staggered her as she
considered that it was enough to pay off the last of her student
loans and still bank a considerable amount. She really wasn't sure
if she wanted to sell the mirror, but felt she should at least give
him the chance to present his case.
Agreeing to see him the next day, she gave him her address
and hung up the phone.
-=-=-=-
The brief phone call had left her fully awake, negating most
of the effects of the few drinks she'd had. She could have a few
more, she told herself, then decided against it. There were other
ways to help herself fall asleep, including one she'd been meaning
to try for some time now.
Susan walked over to where her grandmother's mirror stood
and pulled it closer to the foot of her bed. She took the time to
admire once more the intricate craftsmanship of the piece, right
down to the numerous characters cut into the polished wood. Many
of the characters were unknown to her, but she simply put that
down to the fact that she had never spent all that much time
learning the language of her ancestors. Having grown up in the
United States as a second generation Chinese-American, she never
saw the point.
Running her hand along the smooth polished wood, Susan
remembered with a smile how angry her sister-in-law had been
that day at the lawyer's office when she found out that the mirror
had been left to her. Especially since the older woman had made
no secret of the fact she expected her husband to inherit it.
Personally, the Susan never understood what her older
brother had ever seen in Su-hang, except that she appeared to be
the sort of traditional Chinese wife that Susan could never imagine
herself being. Yet, behind that facade, was a scheming bitch that
Susan well recognized. Undoubtedly, she had more of an idea what
the mirror was worth than Susan did.
Standing in front of the reflective glass, Susan took stock
of herself. She was still wearing her clothes from work, being too
angry when she first got home to even take off her suit jacket.
Something she corrected now, dropping it on a nearby chair.
Beneath the black jacket, Susan wore a white, pleated long
sleeve blouse with puffed cuffs at the ends. A matching black skirt
reached down to just pass her knees, decorated with diagonal
white stripes. Her long black hair was tied back with a small gold
clasp, which she reached up and removed, letting it fall about her
shoulders. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of small diamond
chip earrings and a jade ring that had been the other of her
grandmother's bequests. It was something that she rarely took
off.
Susan brought both of her small hands to the open top of
her blouse and brushed her fingers against the soft exposed flesh.
The sensation of flesh against flesh, even of her own hand, was
enough to excite her. They closed on the uppermost button of her
blouse and slowly undid it. The button below followed, then the one
after that and so on.
In her reflection, Susan could see the lacy black bra that
held her small breasts. She reached in and slipped an extended
finger inside it, stroking the nipple of her left breast.
A soft sigh spilled from her lips as she felt the tip react to
her touch with an electric surge that she felt all the way down to
her toes. A jolt that resounded between her legs as well. It
reminded her that it had been almost three weeks since the last
time she and Rob had gotten physical. A period that was likely to
be a lot longer given what had happened this afternoon. No
problem, she thought, she'd taken care of herself before she had
a man, and could easily do so now.
Her other hand joined the first as she cupped both mounds,
squeezing them tightly. A louder cry followed as she pushed up her
bra, displaying the small globes beneath. Adept fingers massaged
her flesh, tweaking her tips and filling her chest with a warm glow.
The smile on her face looked back at her in the mirror,
adding to her self-enjoyment. One hand continued to play with her
breasts as the other worked its way down her stomach until it
passed over the waistband of her skirt. Moving even lower, she
pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand beneath it, her fingers
closing on the sparsely haired mound between her legs. As was her
norm, she wasn't wearing panties.
Soft sighs became louder moans as she felt her fingers pass
the tight entrance to her womanhood, making contact with all her
familiar and most sensitive spots. That was one thing she wouldn't
miss about Rob. No matter how many times she showed them to
him, he never seemed to get them right.
"Oh yes," she purred to the empty room as her fingers
worked their magic, stimulating her nipples and clitoris, the heat
within her building in intensity.
Normally, Susan closed her eyes when she played with
herself, letting her imagination wander This time, however, she
was actually getting more turned on watching herself doing it. An
idea that had only occurred to her recently. As a building wave of
delight passed over her, she made a small mental note to look into
buying a less expensive mirror to replace her grandmother's. That
was if she did decide to sell it.
That reminder was quickly put aside as felt her sugar walls
contract around her fingers. Her thumb brushed against her clit
once more, even as torrents of erotic energy flashed through her.
She brought down her other hand down to join the first, her pace
quickening with the rising level of excitement.
"Oh yeah," Susan panted as her entire body began to move
in unison with the motions of her hands, riding the cascading waves
on the way to orgasm.
She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her chest, legs
and back, her body temperature rising with each racing heartbeat.
Waves crashed against the hidden shoals of her sex with ever
increasing intensity, until they finally exploded, causing her body
to quake with joy as her orgasm washed over her.
She went over the edge loudly, her breaths coming in short
gasps, interlaced with frantic moans. Every inch of her small body
vibrated with a fevered intensity as she savored the transient
rapture. Then, almost as quickly, the glow faded and her legs grew
weak beneath her, causing her to drop back onto the bed for
support.
"That was really nice," Susan said to herself as she
stretched out across the bed.
Her eyes closed for a minute and she was sure she was about
to drift off to sleep. Then to he surprise, not only did sleep not
come, but she felt even more wide-awake then before. In addition,
she also felt more aroused than when she had started.
"Oh, so it's going to be one of those nights," Susan laughed
as she sat up and again looked at her reflection in the mirror.
It didn't take long for her to rid herself of what clothing
remained, leaving them on a pile by the bed. Now totally naked,
she rolled over to her night table and pulled open the bottom of
three drawers. From within, she withdrew her favorite toy, a
nine-inch plastic vibrator. It had been a gift on her sixteenth
birthday, from her grandmother of all people. The then seventy
year old had reasoned, quite correctly as it turned out, that her
granddaughter was better off learning how to please herself than
letting the wrong boy talk her into something she might later
regret. Grandmother Wu was a great believer in self-gratification.
The soft hum of the vibrator quickly translated into
multiplying waves of delight as Susan placed it between her legs
and up against her mound. She gasped loudly as she rubbed it up
and down against the fold in-between, gently slipping just the tip in
and out of her pussy. With each new entry, the force behind the
ripples passing through her body grew, and after each withdrawal
she penetrated herself a little deeper.
"Who needs assholes like Rob when I have Duracell," Susan
thought as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride.
Susan's left hand held the base of her toy tightly, sliding it
back and forth with ease. The fingers of her right worked their
magic against her clit, adding to the amalgam of pleasures coursing
through her.
Never totally down from her precious high, it didn't take
much to return the young Asian woman to a state of arousal.
Faster and faster her hands moved, becoming almost a blur in an
onlooker's eyes. If there had been an onlooker, rather than only
her own racing heart to bare witness to her desire.
A single stream of sweat ran down her rising chest, sliding
between the shallow valley of her breasts. The pert nipples atop
each of her mounds cried out for attention, for the touch of a
lover's hand. Unfortunately, both of hers were occupied.
"Oh yes," Susan cried out softly as she felt an even
stronger orgasm crying out for release. "Yes, yes, yes." she
added, each repetition rising in volume.
Then, just before the rising wave could explode across her
body, the dark haired woman felt a cold, almost paralyzing shiver
grip her instead. Despite every certainly to the contrary, she had
the inexplicable sensation that she wasn't alone. An intangible
conviction given reality a heartbeat later, when she felt a delicate
caress against her nipples.
"Omigod!" Susan cried out at the top of her lungs as she
jumped up in the bed, her eyes flying open, to look into ... her own
eyes.
Unable to believe the evidence of her own eyes, Susan
blinked twice, shaking her head as she did. When she looked a
second time, it was just as hard to accept, but now impossible to
simply dismiss as an erotic daydream.
The woman with her face, even with her body, was as naked
as Susan. The only exceptions being the diamond chips in her ears
and the jade ring on her hand.
"You looked like you could use another set of hands," the
mirror image said, a familiar smile on her face.
The shock of hearing the apparition speak was enough to
totally send Susan's mind into a tailspin. It took a few moments to
even realize that her counterpart was speaking in Mandarin rather
than English.
"Who ... what are you?" Susan finally managed to ask.
"I am Lin Yao," the other dark haired young woman replied,
"and I am also you."
"Lin Yao," Susan repeated, mentally making the translation
into 'beautiful jade treasure'.
Certain there was a connection, Susan's looked down at the
ring on her finger, then at the counterpart on Lin Yao's hand. In
the back of her mind, she remembered her grandmother once
speaking of a dear friend with the same name this doppelganger
had just given. A friend Susan had often heard of, but never met.
The memory of her grandmother's voice shifted Susan's
attention from one bequest to the other. What little sense of
equilibrium she had managed to pull together these last few
minutes now totally deserted her. She took one look into the large
mirror still at the bottom of the bed and, upon realizing that her
reflection was now gone, promptly fainted.
-=-=-=-
Consciousness returned a short time later, but it was nearly
a full minute after she was sure she was awake before Susan
opened her eyes. When she did, it was with a feeling of
apprehension at what she would see.
"You're still here," she said, the inflection of her voice
giving strength to her hope that the opposite would've been true.
"You're real."
"As real as you are," Lin Yao smilingly replied.
"And you come from the mirror?" Susan asked, amazed that
she was taking what had to be the most bizarre situation of her
life so calmly.
"The mirror is but a portal," Lin Yao explained, "a
passageway between what you know as reality and what is beyond."
"This is unbelievable," Susan said, still trying to accept that
it was indeed real.
"Su-ling had difficulty accepting me at first as well," Lin
Yao said, "but we quickly became friends."
The mention of her grandmother's name reinforced the
notion that this was indeed the Lin Yao of whom she had once told
her.
"And when you appeared to my grandmother, you ..."
"... took on her appearance as well." she answered the
incomplete question.
"This is like something out of the Twilight Zone," Susan
said.
"You felt me before," Lin Yao reminded her. "Did I not feel
real?"
"Did you ever!" Susan gushed, remembering the moment of
ecstasy she had felt before pulling back from the brink. "Do you
normally interact with people like that?"
"If that is what they want," the mirror image said. "But
most of all, I am here to help them improve their lives. To correct
what is wrong."
Susan's second thought was that there was an awful lot in
her life that needed correcting. Her first thought, however, was
the one that she actually gave voice to.
"Did you interact with my grandmother like that?"
The even broader smile on Lin Yao's face gave Susan the
answer before words could leave her mouth.
"Over all the years of her life," she replied, "Su-ling and I
shared many such moments."
"Damn, no wonder the old lady was so willing to buy me my
first vibrator," Susan laughed, glad to know that whatever this
was, it had brought happiness to a woman she loved above all
others.
"Moments that I would be happy to share with you as well,"
Lin Yao continued.
"Wait a second, let's take a step back here," Susan quickly
said when the implication of those words hit home. "I'm not into
girls. I don't have anything against those ladies that are, but I
like a man in my bed. Nothing personal, you understand."
"I do not understand," came the reply from her double.
"It's really simple," Susan explained. "If you could come
out of that mirror as someone tall, dark, handsome and endowed,
then we might have something to talk about."
"But, were you not pleasuring yourself when I arrived?"
"That was different."
"In what way?"
"I was just masturbating."
"Bringing pleasure to yourself," she repeated.
"Exactly."
"Yet if I am also part of you, is not the pleasure I might
bring the same thing?"
Susan was sure there was a counter-argument to that
theory, but for the life of her, she couldn't think of what it might
be. Instead, the idea that it would be the ultimate form of
masturbation filled her mind.
"This is all too confusing," Susan said instead.
"Then let me help clear away the clouds of confusion," Lin
Yao said as she moved her body higher on the bed so that she was
now only inches away from Susan.
A hand so like her own reached up and gently stroked
Susan's cheek, running down across her neck to gently glide along
the side of her breast. The soft, almost intangible touch of flesh
against flesh was enough to send a surge of excitement through
Susan that she hadn't felt since the days when she could call
herself virginal.
Lin Yao's fingers stroked the sensitive flesh beneath
Susan's breasts, running her middle finger up between them. She
leaned closer, so close that their faces almost touched. Identical
lips brushed against each other, the briefest of contacts, with the
most lasting of effects.
Their lips met for a second, longer moment, and for a
heartbeat, Susan felt her reflection's tongue press against her
own. She had no words to describe what she felt, only the
knowledge that no one had ever stirred her the way this woman
had. There was a connection between them, as if each was merely
half of a larger whole.
"Do you wish me to stop?" Lin Yao whispered as her fingers
worked their way up the other side of Susan's face, gently pulling
her closer for a deeper kiss.
"No," Susan murmured as she responded to the press of the
doppelganger's lips, "please don't stop."
The black haired young woman let the warmth of the kiss
wash over her, even as she wrapped her arms around her twin,
pulling their bodies together. Up until this moment, she had never
felt a desire to be with another woman. But then again, she had
never met a woman so like herself. How could she not want her.
Their tongues interlocked, passing back and forth between
their mouths. At the same time, two sets of hand explored
identical bodies, producing much the same reactions in both. The
forms might've been the same, but not the spirits within them, at
least not totally.
Susan felt Lin Yao taking control and uncharacteristically,
she didn't seem to mind. It was as if the more aggressive half of
her own mind had been given form.
She felt herself being eased back on the bed, as Lin Yao
climbed on top of her, straddling her across her waist. She
reached out and ran her hands up the sides of Susan's body,
caressing the flesh with her fingers until they reached her small
breasts, working their way inward to their center.
"Mmmm," Susan purred as she felt soft fingers ply the
supple flesh around her nipples, then the hard tips themselves.
Lin Yao took Susan's hands in her own, then brought them up
to her own breasts, inviting the engineer to follow her example. It
was almost like she was playing with her own mounds, Susan
thought as she closed her hands around them, but just different
enough to be exciting.
The two women massaged each other, kneading the small
round globes and dark hard areola in the center of each. They
pulled each other closer, rubbing their breasts against the other,
twin sets of nipple growing even more erect.
Matching lips met once more, sharing the passions filling
them both. Susan ran her hands down Lin Yao's back to the cheeks
of her ass, squeezing them tightly and feeling a surge between her
own legs as the motion pressed the woman on top of her against
her own mound.
Lin Yao brought herself lower, her mouth closing on the
pointed tip of one of Susan's mounds. Her tongue traced the
outline of the brown circle, then the underside of her nipples,
finally taking its entirety into her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Susan cried out as she felt the wetness engulf
her breast, coupled with the tiny electrical surge that spread out
from it.
Tiny surges that continued and grew in both size and
frequency as Lin Yao moved back and forth between her mounds,
lavishing all of her attention on them. From the times she had
played with them herself, Susan knew her nipples were quite
sensitive. Yet, few of her lovers took the time to really play with
them.
Even Rob, who had been the best lover she'd had since her
college days, seemed to have the misguided notion that women with
small breasts weren't as into having them played with as those
with larger mounds. A misconception that Lin Yao obviously didn't
share. How could she since, after all, her own mounds were
identical in every way.
The mirror image continued to work her way deep into
Susan's soul, pulling her ever deeper into a whirlpool of desire.
She gave each of her nipples a last kiss, then again shifted position
so that it was now Susan who had her face inches from a set of
small but bountiful mounds.
An enticement she was quick to seize upon, copying Lin Yao's
actions and savoring the sweet taste of a woman for the first time.
Her tongue darted back and forth, tickling the hard nubs as she
closed her lips around them. The warm globes felt so comfortable
in her mouth, she quickly understood what attracted men to them
so.
But there were other delights her body had to offer as well,
and Lin Yao was determined to demonstrate each of them to her.
She gave Susan a short time more to enjoy her breast play, then
moved a third time. It was a short passage, but one which brought
her whole body down between Susan's legs.
Lin Yao ran her hands up and down Susan's legs, lightly
stroking the skin. Each time, her fingers, and then her tongue as
she began kissing and licking her legs, came a little closer to the
neatly trimmed bush in the center.
Susan meanwhile, had brought her own hands up to her
breasts, continuing the pleasing stimulation that Lin Yao had
started. An increasing arousal that she had no doubt would soon
be growing in leaps and bounds.
Lin Yao didn't disappoint her in that regard as she finally
reached her prize and ran her fingers back and forth across the
lightly haired mound. With a skill and self-knowledge that equaled
Susan's own, Lin Yao slid her fingers past the outer lips and
expertly located the hard excited flower within.
A loud, enthusiastic shout from the engineer filled the tiny
apartment as Lin Yao quickly brushed the tips of her fingers
against every one of Susan's most sensitive spots. How could she
not know the location of each one, Susan realized, for they were
the same as her own.
Her fingers didn't remain inside Susan for long. Just enough
to give her a taste of what was to come. Lin Yao took hold of each
of Susan's legs and lifted them high and far apart. Her head
disappeared from Susan's view, until only the very top was visible
between her legs.
Susan felt her body tense with anticipation, already having
sampled the benefits of a lover who knew your body as well as you
did. She didn't have long to wait long as only seconds later she
felt the soft wetness of Lin Yao's tongue as it penetrated deep
inside of her. Like her fingers had before, the darting appendage
covered all the right places, with an ardor that few previous lovers
could've matched.
Unable to just lie still, her hands gripped the back of Lin
Yao's face, even as she lifted her legs and wrapped them over her
lover's shoulders. A powerful sense of rapture quickly filled her,
as each thrust of her double's tongue reached down to her sexual
core.
"Oh baby, do it," Susan cried out as her body thrashed back
and forth. "Do it to me! It feels so fuckin' good!"
It didn't take much more for Lin Yao to bring Susan to the
pinnacle, and then beyond it. Her supine, sweat covered, body
rocked uncontrollably, filled with the joys of a woman on a level she
had never before experienced. A benchmark that she knew would
follow her the rest of her life.
The two of them lay intertwined for a long time after that,
as Susan soaked in the afterglow of her orgasm. She couldn't
remember ever having climaxed that good before.
"Did I please you?" Lin Yao asked as she finally lifted
herself from between Susan's legs and moved parallel to her on
the bed.
Susan looked at her in amazement, then realized that the
woman with her face was just playing with her. They moved even
closer and met in a kiss.
"Perhaps we can now talk about some of the other needs in
your life?" Lin Yao suggested after they had kissed a few more
times.
"My other needs?"
"You are having problems with your chosen profession, are
you not?"
"You mean my job?"
"Yes, you are not happy in the way your colleagues have
treated you."
"Damn, that's an understatement if there ever was one,"
Susan laughed.
"I can help you with that."
"Help me, how?" Susan asked curiously.
"There are many ways, but consider for a moment the
advantage of being able to be in two places at once."
"That would be quite a trick," Susan considered,
remembering that her grandmother had been regarded as some
kind of wonder woman in her day for the way she always seemed to
be one step ahead of everyone else, building a successful business
from scratch.
"Then we have much to talk about," Lin Yao smiled.
"But can't we talk in the morning just as well?"
"Certainly," Lin Yao nodded understandingly. "You are tired
no doubt."
"No, I'm still horny," Susan laughed as she leaned forward
and kissed her lover again.
Only a few short hours ago, Susan would've been insulted by
the suggestion that she go down on another woman. Yet, with her
face pressed tight against Lin Yao's pussy and her tongue covered
with the sweet nectar of her efforts, the twenty-five year old felt
like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn't like she was suddenly a lesbian, she told herself as
she probed even deeper, feeling Lin Yao's body react to her thrust.
After all, what was she doing other than playing with herself?
But philosophical discussions were never her strong point,
and right now the only point she was interested in was the one she
suddenly felt pressing against her pussy.
Even as Susan worked her own brand of magic on Lin Yao's
sex, her alter ego had come across the discarded vibrator she had
dropped in her excitement earlier and was now putting it to good
use.
The gentle vibration, coupled with the caress of Lin Yao's
tongue was again leading her down the path to orgasm. A path she
didn't want to travel alone. A desire that caused her to redouble
her efforts.
A labor of love that paid off soon enough as she felt the
body pressed against her responding in a way all too familiar.
Wondrous sensations that were reflected in her own form as Lin
Yao again carried her to the edge of the summit.
A cliff they hurdled over together as they shared an orgasm
that in truth belonged to both of them. One that passed back and
forth between the indistinguishable bodies until it was impossible
to tell with whom it had begun, and with whom it had ended.
"Fuckin' awesome!" Susan whispered as she felt the last of
her strength fade from her body and her eyes close in search of
some now desperately needed sleep.
-=-=-=-
"Miss Wu!" the soft, yet strong voice called out as it
penetrated the soporific fog that gripped Susan's mind. "Miss Wu
are you at home?"
The even louder knocking at the door, interlaced with the
sound of the door chimes, finally pushed away the last of the sleep
from the young woman's mind. After taking a moment to assure
herself that she was indeed alone, Susan pulled herself up into a
sitting position and looked across the now sun filled room toward
the door.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"Miss Wu, it's Mr. Fong," came the reply, "We had an
appointment this morning."
"Oh shit, the mirror," Susan said under her breath as she
swung her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. "Give me a
few minutes please." she called out in a louder voice.
"Most certainly," came the reply.
"What a night," the young woman thought to herself as, still
totally naked, she stepped in front of the mirror.
The reflection that greeted her was just like any other.
Just to be sure, she waved her hands in different directions a few
times. She really didn't expect anything out of the ordinary, but
there was a small part of her that still dreamed impossible dreams.
"That was one fuckin' wild dream," she said quietly, thinking
it had been the most realistic and erotic one she had ever had.
Remembering that Mr. Fong was waiting, she closed out the
events of last night in her thoughts and quickly pulled out a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt from the nearby dresser, putting them on.
Taking a moment to check her appearance in the mirror as she
quickly ran a brush across her hair, Susan saw her still sweaty
body caused the shirt to stick to her skin, her nipples quite visible
through the thin material.
"Might as well give the old man a little thrill," she grinned
as she decided not to bother going back to the dresser for a bra.
"It might even get me a better offer for the mirror."
Susan had just unlocked the door and was opening it when
she spotted her vibrator sitting on the floor next to the bed.
Leaving Mr. Fong to open the door the rest of the way by himself,
she quickly kicked it under the bed and out of sight. Just a second
before the artifact dealer stepped inside.
The old man's reaction once he stepped in made her realize
that she needn't have worried. In fact, the way he barely noticed
her, or her dress, he probably wouldn't have even reacted to her if
she'd answered the door naked.
"Beautiful, quite beautiful," Mr. Fong said, referring to the
antique mirror, and not the scantily clad young woman he walked
right passed without a glance. "It is all that I was told it was."
Susan wasn't sure if she should feel insulted, or glad that he
was really interested in the mirror. If nothing else, that meant
that she shouldn't have any trouble with the asking price she had
decided on.
She let Mr. Fong spend a few more minutes examining the
mirror as she stepped over to the kitchenette and turned on the
burner under her tea kettle. Glancing back over her shoulder, she
asked her guest if he would like a cup.
"Yes, thank you please," he said, his eyes never leaving the
artifact as he examined some of the more intricate carvings on the
frame.
The examination continued until Susan laid two steaming
cups of tea on the small kitchen table and each of them took one
of the two seats. She waited until he had tasted the tea, a blend
her grandmother had introduced her to, before bringing up the
subject of money.
"So the mirror is what you were looking for?" she asked.
The older man smiled, realizing that he had broken the
cardinal rule of the buyer. He had let the owner of something he
greatly desired know just how much he wanted it. Still, if that
small error bothered him, he was quite skilled in concealing it.
"I was thinking about the figure that you mentioned last
night on the phone," Susan said as she took a sip of her own tea,
"and I'm afraid that it's a bit lower than what I had in mind."
If Mr. Fong was disappointed in that, he concealed it just as
well. Instead, he repeated his statement of the previous night
that the figure was of course a starting point. Was there a sum
she had in mind, he then asked.
Susan then quoted a figure more than what she had decided
on, hoping that it was not so out of line with his own estimate of
the mirror's value as to inspire a counter-offer. Fully back in
business mode, the antique dealer considered the asking price for a
few moments, then turned his head back in the direction of the
object in question.
"If we could come to terms today, this morning, I would be
willing to consider that price," he unexpectedly said.
Alarm bells went off in Susan's head, telling her to take a
deep breath and step back, at least figuratively. Least her own
judgment be clouded by the amount of money involved. Her own
inner voice shouted to be heard, telling her that if he was willing to
go that high for a quick sale, what was the real value of what she
had?
"I'm not sure that would be in my best interest, Mr. Fong,"
she countered as she got up from the table and stepped over
towards the mirror. "As I'm sure you remember from our
telephone conversation, I'm still undecided if I want to sell my
grandmother's mirror at all. This was to just be a discussion of
the possibility."
"Of course, of course," Mr. Fong replied as he also stepped
back to the mirror. "I had just hoped you would allow me to make
my interest known and to also allow me to make a counter-offer
against any other dealer that might contact you."
That was something that Susan hadn't considered. The idea
that others might also be interested in the mirror. It would be
worth even more that the staggering figure she tossed out there.
If for no other reason, it would be worth it to shop around and see
who else might be interested.
"Of course," Susan smiled, "I'll be sure to remember that
you were the first one to contact me."
The older man smiled back in return, a smile behind which
was the certain knowledge that Susan would sell the mirror to the
highest bidder. A position that he was sure he would hold in the
end. There were few dealers with his background and knowledge,
and most would only see what was clearly apparent about the
artifact and offer a much lower price. His own resale, to a
collector he knew would be interested, would be twice what he had
offered this silly girl.
Mr. Fong turned to take his leave of Susan when a small
reflection of light caught his attention. Reaching down to the
wooden floor, he picked up a small ring, the stone of which was a
piece of flawless jade.
"This is also quite lovely," he commented, his professional
eye quickly putting a price on it as well.
"My grandmother's ring!" Susan exclaimed as she saw it. "I
didn't realize I had dropped it."
"Then it is fortunate that you have two," the white haired
man smiled as he handed it back to her.
"Two?" Susan's mind asked as looked down at her own hand
and saw the same ring still there.
The only possible explanation was impossible. Or so her mind
told her. This time, she didn't have the excuse of having had too
much to drink to explain it away. Her heart raced as she turned in
the direction of the mirror and casually, as not to draw any notice,
held up the hand with both rings now in it.
"Omigod!" she gasped as all the color drained out of her
face.
"In there something wrong?" Mr. Fong asked as he noticed
her sudden distress.
"Wrong, no nothing's wrong," she quickly said, the paleness
in her face saying just the opposite. "Mr. Fong, I'm afraid you're
going to have to excuse me. I suddenly remembered something
that I have to do."
"Of course," he said as she unceremoniously led him to the
door. "When might I expect a call with your ..."
"I have your card," she cut him off as she closed the door
behind him, locking it tight.
Even as the tumbler turned, Susan knew she would never call
him and that the mirror would never be sold. She would no more
part with it than her grandmother ever would have. Stepping back
in front of it, she held up her hand with the two rings, and once
more marveled at the reflection in the glass.
The reflection of an empty hand.
The smile on the face in the mirror brought a pleasing
warmth all over her body. The only question was, was it her smile,
or Lin Yao's?
END
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